My first lesbian fantasy

I was 13 years old and in grade 8. It was an all girls PE class and we were playing volleyball in the gym. With 7-8 players on each team, everyone had to take a turn sitting out for a few minutes.

I had a crush on a girl in the class. She had long blond hair and blue eyes with fair, pink skin and rosy cheeks. If she wore any makeup at all, it was only some clear lip gloss and a single coat of mascara. A air of purity surrounded her and she was always smiling. Her named was Amy E.

So there I was, sitting on the stage, watching the other girls play, and waiting my turn. One of the teams lost control of the ball and it hit the ground. Amy walked towards me, ready to take her turn sitting out. She was smiling, sweaty, lips and cheeks as rosy as ever, and her hair was a little frizzy. I envisioned her pussy - pink, moist, swollen, a bare wisp of blond public hair - and I wanted nothing more than to taste it.

I went out, played my round of volleyball, and returned to the stage. I stared at her legs, her arms, her hair, her skin. I imagined her wearing nothing but her white cotton panties. I thought about slipping my fingers inside her warm, sticky, wet sweetness. I longed to taste her sugary nectar, to suck her swollen lips into my mouth.

This fantasy brought me many orgasms over the years. And perhaps another one right now...